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writings about
walking around
,
the prom
,
and
moving forward
.
it's turned chill here,
so out come the wool cap and the gloves.
once upon a time i used to trainhop in these gloves,
that gripped rusty railings and got soaked with morning dew;
they don't show it.
i almost died one night
under the wheels of a train
while wearing these gloves.
so many times i put myself at dire risk
and came away without a scratch;
i do not show it.


Father, 12/28/00

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